367. Those Are The Facts

Not much noted in my calendar today, so I think we prioritized getting out of the apartment (while the usual pipe-work was going on) and to the second house we have borrowed in so many months. And then what?

Since there is not much in the calendar, as said, I think I probably chose to focus on Jay and Char for some reason, but it was likely a good one.… Read more

324. Patterns

We went back to our apartment in the City for two days to wash some clothes and get some things in order – you know, normal lives while waiting for my mother’s operation for breast cancer and for me to earn some money before the coffers are empty.

Okay, that was morose.… Read more

259. Whatever and Courage

After my recent stress-episode I wrote Big Photographer client about what limits I would impose on my email-time and pro bono work for him in the future. After which he promptly fired me.

After all the times I’ve had to swallow my pride to get that money and change myself, not the situation, because I felt it was necessary – and wait until I could afford to quit … he does it for me.… Read more

254. Doing

So today started with an argument. I don’t recall much of the substance since perhaps there wasn’t any. But I was frustrated that I could not find a sock, some clothes for Jay and that the apartment still looked messy, while I had to find something else for Char before she went out and we could hardly find time to get some milk on bottle for Saturday when I am to look after Jay alone.… Read more

226. What Should Be In It

Today I had a meeting with a potential client who started by telling me about the 3 (or was it 4) businesses he had run into the ground before this one.

That wasn’t actually what bothered me about him.

Nor was it the fact that he called me up later in the day – before I had even made my mind whether to proceed with making him a formal offer for his webshop – and said he had forgotten to tell me someone else was working on this and they had just reported that they could finish their version of the shop in a time-frame that suited him (thanks for wasting my time!).… Read more

224. Being My Own Case

One of those days … slept poorly, had odd nightmarish dreams and awoke feeling like shit.

Like it all didn’t matter. I was never going to make more money before I died or got to ill health’d to do anything anymore. I was never going to do anything that mattered to more people than my immediate family, even though I had thoroughly wished that for years now – and told myself that I wished it.… Read more